do you know what passion means? it comes from the latin, patior, to suffer. well, i said to myself, if that's the definition of passion then i have known passion. more. i have lived a passionate life. yes, i have lived passionately unbeknownst to myself.
ah, she might as well crush him at this point … “oshi—san —— mm.” he doesn’t argue, though, slightly thankful that she’s not acting any differently. everything else feels like it is, and deep down a part of him can feel it,
a smile crawls across face , sighing as she rests her chin atop his head , clutching him tight to her chest. ˊˊ oh , nito… you always know precisely how to make my heart sing … never cease , my dear. ˊˊ
kuro feels more gentle since the last time he saw him, even as the words get stuck in his throat. )
i wasn’t trying to… creep around, or disturb you.
( anxious still, nito folds his hands. )
…? i’m… yes, i’m comfortable.
( a part of nito is deeply nervous, rooted into his very being. he’s always been like this, not well—acquainted with the people around him, never able to bring himself to be. )
i didn’t know… you could tell.
( kuro is —— taller than him, a lot bigger and scarier; mentor’s friend. at least, that’s the way he remembers it. nothing feels particularly off to him like it may be to the other. this time around, though, &&.
his expression scrunches up, partially grimacing, arms limp by his sides as she pulls him closer and closer. it’s enough to be uncomfortable, but it’s the kind of treatment he’s used to.
cooing slightly , fingers card through soft blonde locks as she clutches him tightly. this is how she always was , never letting him be away from her for more than a second when possible.
( eyes widening, hiding behind the wall as if kuro can really see him, before slowly peeking out again. )
…. 💧
( … carefully walking in, keeping a good distance between them. )